Page 47 of War

I rake my hand through my hair in frustration. “I love you, Ora.”

She stops her rant, and her mouth and eyes soften.

“I haven’t even looked at anyone since I walked back into that fucking bakery. But I can’t change my past. What I can do is promise you I will neverevercheat on you because I’m not that fucking stupid.”

I lift off her top and unclip her bra, leaving her in nothing but black panties. She covers her breasts, or at least tries to because they are massive, but she is still scowling at me.

“You’re perfect.”

Spreading her thighs, I lower my face to her sweet cunt and taste her until her fingers move from her tits, pulling on my hair, and she’s moaning my name. I love the satisfied sigh that slips past her lips. I know she’s still angry, but we both need this right now, and I need to distract her anger.

Standing, I slide off my boots, jeans, and T-shirt, leaving me naked in front of her, my hard cock waiting for some attention.

“I want that hot little mouth on me before I fuck you,” I demand, watching as she sits up and slides onto her knees on the bed. She grips my thighs and pulls herself closer, looking up at me with those blue eyes I’ve fallen for.

“I love you, too, War,” slips from her before she takes me into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks and sucking with just the right amount of pressure.

It’s nice to see her mouth do something other than bitch me out, not that I’d ever say that intrusive thought out loud. I’m not that stupid.

I cup the back of her head, my fingers threading through her hair. “You want my cum, baby?”

She nods around my cock, her eyes never leaving mine.

I continue to fuck her mouth, then watch as her throat works, swallowing every drop. We share a moment. I then sweep her hair off her shoulder, and she rests her cheek against my inner thigh. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Ora.”

“Don’t hurt me, War,” she whispers, and I lift her in my arms.

She wraps her arms around me, and I carry her into the shower, turning on the faucet until it’s the perfect temperature. Still holding her, we step under the warm spray. She cups my face and brushes a soft kiss against my lips.

Gently pushing her back against the wall, I deepen the kiss and slide into her, thrusting slowly, telling her with my body how I feel about her. And for the first time in my life, I don’t force my emotions down. Instead, I pour them into her. I don’t want Ora to ever doubt what I feel for her.

Because I fucking adore her, and I’ll take care of and worship her in every way I know how.

“War,” she whispers against my mouth.

“Fucking love you,” I grit out. “You’remine, Ora. And I’m yours, so you better get used to it.”

She smiles right before she comes.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

ORA

“Finally, you let her out for air,” Lore calls out when he sees me walk into the bar. War kisses the top of my head, then heads over to Rome while Lore approaches me.

“How’s my favorite girl?” He squeezes my cheeks, shifting my face left and right.

“How’s my slutty best friend with a penis,” I reply, and he barks out a laugh. “You don’t have to tell Lu, but I know I’m encroaching on her spot as BFF. It’s okay… it can be our secret.” He kisses my cheek and then lets go of my face.

“Lore, get your hands off my woman,” I hear War call out, and all the men laugh. It’s a welcoming sound, considering the day they’ve all had.

I see Lu and Xanthe playing pool with Blade and Danger, and I go sit on one of the stools.

“You two sort out your shit?” Lu asks.

“We did,” I reply, clearing my throat. “What did I miss?”

“Nothing much. The men all returned, and we’ve been drinking and talking shit,” Lu replies, grinning at Xanthe. “Oh, and enjoying the view.”

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